Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Ethiopia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Minor Threat to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
The Last Poets,
Stereo Dub,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ten City,
the Sonics,
Black Sheep,
Sun Ra,
Pantaleimon,
Minnie Riperton,
Shuggie Otis,
Animal Collective,
R.M.O.,
Kaleidoscope,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Cramps,
Guru Guru,
Radio Birdman,
Niagra,
Monks,
The Durutti Column,
Freddie Wadling,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Misunderstood,
Scion,
The Stooges,
Groovy Waters,
Max Romeo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Amon Düül II,
Shoche,
Simply Red,
Parry Music,
Quando Quango,
Yusef Lateef,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Red Krayola,
The Slackers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Steve Hackett,
Gastr Del Sol,
The New Christs,
Leonard Cohen,
Robert Hood,
Josef K,
Kurtis Blow,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Connie Case,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Fortunes,
ABBA,
John Holt,
The Blackbyrds,
the Germs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gil Scott Heron,
Matthew Halsall,
Tommy Roe,
Crash Course in Science,
Rites of Spring,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nirvana,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.